David Lacey

Alas I Know Not Where To Go - Letters From Amsterdam - Poem by David Lacey

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Alas I know not where to goWithin this realm of shanty town insanities Canals of ink weave between the fallen leavesAs footsteps upon the pavement beat out of timeWith the miming of addict merchants rustling Within the bustle of a thriving city life.Blue skies over Amsterdam delude the mind Of the love soaked marinerThe waves carved a line of froth that existed Beyond the skylines fadingWe boarded upon our JourneyUnknowing as to what we were to accomplishNo ground has been gained through disillusionYet these days I lay less confusedUpon the subject of my mindscapeVoices from the streets below echo Throughout the stairwells of this hostelThis sanctuary of ours within which we Pass away the time just as we pass away the hours.Squalid surroundings ground The child of un-sound reasonLost within a realm of reflection.Sow me Love – A love has grown